I actually have no idea. I shouldn’t be ashamed to be eating a donut. Someone put them there for us to eat, for goodness sake.

And the box usually is empty by late morning, so it’s pretty obvious I’m not the only Times Union employee who looks forward to Donut Day.

But what I am sort of ashamed of is how much I look forward to Donut Day at work.

Like, I woke up this morning and thought: Do I want to break up my three-week run of cinnamon donuts with a jelly-filled? Or should I go completely off the grid and opt for the coffee roll? And there’s always powdered sugar – although then I have to spend the rest of the day dusting powdered sugar off my pants.

(Side note: I ate a powdered-sugar donut anyway – and yes it is all over my pants.)

I also skip breakfast on Donut Day, so I don’t spoil my appetite.

And once – just once, I swear – I went back for a second donut. That time, I was so ashamed I ate the second donut in the hallway, out of sight.

So, why am I confessing all this?

Because I hope I’m not the only one. I hope the lesson is that we all look forward to little things like Donut Day much more than we admit. That we all sneak an extra treat when we think no one’s looking.

I really hope that’s true, because it’s so much better than the alternative: That I need help.